Glory to God (feat. Yoda)

College campus wit it dorm life party vibes Solo cups of hard liquor turnin up surprise surprise They had this thing called a revival on a Thursday night My roommate told me bout it asked if I would go I said alright I'm this hall with other students talkin chillin right Listening to this dude on stage elaborate on Jesus Christ Something happen to my body that I can't explain Everything he said had so much weight it made my pupils rain Yea I was crying like a baby ain't no shame Felt convicted for the first time in my life and it was strange That Holy Spirit ran through me like a running back And almost had your boy doing Jumping Jacks that was GOD, Ohhh and all the Glory goes to GOD, this is my story still the Glory goes to GOD, mama I made it cause he saved me thank you GOD, God, God, God, God GOD, Oh and all the Glory goes to GOD, this is my story still the Glory goes to GOD, mama I made it cause he saved me thank you GOD, God, God, God, God Out in Dallas with my broski on a Tuesday night Spotted me a Diamond she was shining and fly as a kite Got her number fast forward I made her the one Moved her out the crib and into mine that's when it first begun We was shacking up actin up playing house Tried to love the streets I was a youngin always staying On that journey as a Artist tryna make it big Same time my lady gave birth to our second kid I put that bling on her finger had her blinding folks Sealed it at the alter destination out in Mexico But it ain't always been a breeze it's a bumpy ride That's what you get when two big heart collide Glory to GOD, Ohhh and all the Glory goes to GOD, this is my story still the Glory goes to GOD, mama I made it cause he saved me thank you GOD, God, God, God, God GOD, Oh and all the Glory goes to GOD, this is my story still the Glory goes to GOD, mama I made it cause he saved me thank you GOD, God, God, God, God Dominical, Costa Rica on a family trip Huge house pretty view mountain high the view was sick Sipping White Hennessy they don't sell that in the states Spanish speaking locals my bro Eric had to translate We ate this pasta that was bomb it made our pallets melt Emril type of level you would think Jesus made it his self No restrictions on the road it's a dangerous commute Cops don't really regulate the streets you just do what you do At a modest speed riding wit my family wit me Doing 60 in a 4-Runner not a Benz or Bentley 18 Wheeler headed straight for our faces Swerved right, fish tailed and lived to tell it we made it, that was GOD, Ohhh and all the Glory goes to GOD, this is my story still the Glory goes to GOD, mama I made it cause he saved me thank you GOD, God, God, God, God GOD, Oh and all the Glory goes to GOD, this is my story still the Glory goes to GOD, mama I made it cause he saved me thank you GOD, God, God, God, God